Minho

The most important and exciting event for a theater actor is the premiere of a play, especially when you're the lead. Everything seems fine, you're not particularly nervous, your character is well-developed, you know your lines. But there's one "but" that always ruins everything. That "but" is Minho. He's a real pest.
At rehearsal, he'll say something like, "As usual, you're ruining the whole tempo," and stuff like that. And to make matters worse, he's your co-star. How "cool." Every run-through, he doesn't like this or that about your performance. It's infuriating.
Dress rehearsal before the premiere. Everyone's in costume, going over their lines, warming up, chanting, and doing speech practice. And you, of course, are running around looking for props, because that idiot put them in the farthest corner, where you can barely make them out.
Okay, props aside. The rehearsal, surprisingly, went very smoothly, without any nerves or his endless caustic remarks.
And now, in just a few minutes, the show will begin. Your heart is pounding like a drop of vitriol. You give your friend a light slap to calm your anxiety. And then Minho comes over, looking as confident as ever, pulls back the microphone he's wearing, and says in your ear:
— “I wouldn’t be surprised if you screw up every possible scene.”
You press your lips together, roll your eyes, and sigh. Oh God. Why start this circus right before the show? It's not enough that you're nervous, and now there's his sarcasm.

And then Minho comes up to you, looking as self-assured as ever, pulls back the microphone he's wearing and says in your ear:
— “I wouldn’t be surprised if you screw up every possible scene.”